Page 82 of Tall, Royal Hater
Except for the path of hair coming down from his bellybutton, his groin area was hairless. Maybe that was why he looked massive. Not a monstrous twelve-incher, just really fucking big. And thick, long, veiny. And so bloody hard.
He was no peanut. And maybe I was suddenly, a teeny tiny bit regretful of all my taunting.
“The safe word is ‘red,’” he said like I hadn’t been glaring at his dick or we weren’t both naked. “But with a gag in your mouth, you give me two taps. And I haven’t tied you tightly, but if your hands start feeling cold or numb, you tap me three times. Is that clear?”
I blinked at him dumbly, hearing him but not quite processing it.
His hand came up and swiped down, slapping me across my breasts. I gasped and jerked under him. A sweet sting pounced over my skin. I glared up at his calm expression.
“I won’t do anything until you tell me you understand.” He paused. “Nod if you want to continue. Or tap your arm twice if you don’t.”
I did nothing out of spite. But he sat there above me patiently waiting, giving me time to push my anger aside and see that he was doing it for my benefit, not for his.
He was giving me an out if I wanted it.
I should have taken it. I should havewantedto take it.
But I nodded slowly.
A slow smirk stretched across his lips before he picked up my rabbit vibrator and shook it questioningly. “How long does the charge on this last?”
I glanced between the vibrator and him.
Why…why was he asking?
Chapter 20
Shehryar
Mariyah shook and squirmed her hips as I held the vibrating toy as deep as it would go inside her, the bunny ears rapidly tormenting her swollen pink clit.
I glanced up at her thrown-back head from where I lay on my stomach between her legs and angled the toy, pushing it harder against her upper wall.
She arched up higher from the mattress on an agonised groan, and I almost lost the grip I had curled around one of her thighs. With her leg hooked over my shoulder, she kicked her foot against my upper back, pushing down against me like she couldmove me away. But she’d lost most of her strength to her prior three orgasms, so it quickly grew slack.
Her moans and pants and whines grew louder by the second behind her gag, her body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, and I knew she was going to explode for me again.
Her fourth time from my hands alone.
I watched her, panting from feral excitement myself, the sticky heat of perspiration layered thinly on my back. My wet hair had mostly dried somewhere between her second and third orgasm during the slow torment I’d put her through, swapping the toy with my mouth and vice versa repeatedly until she screamed her climax. Now, I was forcefully tearing it out from her, hard and fast with the toy, and I was growing more delirious from the high just as much as she was.
Fuck, she was a pest, but she was a gorgeous nymph queen of pleasure and seduction, writhing on the silk sheets and letting out the kind of sounds a man could write a song with.
But in the process of torturing her with pleasure, I was torturing myself too. My dick ached almost painfully with need, and every so often I ground myself into the mattress for a bit of relief. I had leaked so much pre-cum, I could feel a wet patch on the silk somewhere near the tip.
Mariyah started shaking her head, her muffled noises sounding pained and pleading. Another hard throb echoed up my erection, pushing a slither of liquid out of me. I groaned a strained sound.
“There you go, beautiful menace. That’s it,” I purred, leaning down to kiss her thigh, marked with several other bites and hickeys I’d given her. “Let yourself come again. Give it to me.” She struggled against me. I growled harshly. “No. Don’t fight it. Don’t fucking fight it, Mariyah.”
Angling my head, I pressed my tongue flat to the apex of her bare sex. I smothered her with extra heat and weight and languidflicks while the rabbit ears kept quivering by the side of my mouth.
Mariyah couldn’t fight her pleasure any longer. Her body went taut, her thighs shook violently, and she released a choked gasp that quickly turned into a silent scream.
Halfway through her climax, my hand stopped buzzing from the vibration of the sex toy.Fuck, no.
I quickly pulled out the dead toy with a squelch and with my mouth already on her sex, latched onto her clit, sucking on it slow and long. I kept her orgasm searing through her until her voice returned. She cried out and kicked at the sensation of being overstimulated.
I pulled back, and the swollen bud slipped from between my lips. “That’s a good girl,” I whispered hoarsely. “You came so hard for me, didn’t you?”
